No offense to any octogenarians out there. I’m just not ready to be you yet.
So, here we are, staring at Easter already and… more candy.
She intended to work with children, but her love for health and fitness ultimately took over her career ambitions.
“Mom, what’s a lesbian? … Someone at school called me one, and I want to know what it is.”
It’s time to dust off those shelves that never see a dust rag, clean out those kitchen cabinets and my clothes closet.
The 28-year-old dishes on discipline, sacrifices (fewer shoes) and her well-mannered 1-year-old.
Author archive: Tunette Powell
My 4-year-old son JJ has been suspended three times since the New Year.
Did you know that 24 million young people in America are growing up without a father?
I couldn’t write about my life or parenting if I didn’t start with the truth.
I thought my calling was to fall for a beast and love him until he became a prince.
I let go of bitterness and vowed to still love and work with her.
The problem with adopting a family during the holidays is that it robs parents of playing Santa for their children.
I can hear my Grandma now: “Sistah, you done picked up some weight.”
This week her voice will be live and in color as we head home — San Antonio, Texas — for Thanksgiving.
For us, home is long church services and barbecues for no reason.
It’s Carne Guisada with cheese tacos for breakfast.
It’s playing dominoes and spades with my brothers and cousins.
It’s homemade peach cobbler.
I have a problem. I know that. I’ve had this problem for more than 20 years.
A study found that children who talked and read earlier were four times as likely to get drunk.
How do I find the balance between exposing and spoiling my children?
We now have a new family tradition – Pizza Friday.
The greatest risk to our children surprisingly comes from friends and family.
I was not ready to tell my son that he was born with a suspicious look.
I’m a Daddyless daughter still trying to heal.
My son needs to work on following classroom rules… But he’s 2.
After I stormed upstairs, I grabbed my keys and I left. I rode around the city to blow off steam.
This is not a lesson on black mothers; it is a lesson on motherhood.
My mother wanted the best for me. She wanted to see me live out my dreams. I’m blessed she didn’t give up on me.
Gun violence and terroristic tragedies have rocked our country. But have we become overly sensitive?
The little boy sitting alone seems withdrawn and nothing like the Joah he is at home.